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Unexpected - Chapter 19: Fear
Title: Unexpected
Authors: slashpervert and aveeno_baby.

Betas: brknhalo241, asm614, Mini Mouse, and Indie.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: ADULT!
Genre: Fluff, Smut, Hurt/Comfort
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Length: 94,000 words (40 Chapters)
Warnings (Mark to Read): Language, Explicit, M/M Sex, Masturbation, Oral, Rimming, Anal, Mpreg, and mental health issues such as anxiety attacks. (Characters in this fiction are over 18.)

Summary: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have lived together for four years in their country house surrounded by a magical menagerie of unwanted animals Harry rescues. Yet, Harry wants more. He dreams of a family that includes children.

Notes: Post-war, AU after HBP, not DH compliant. Sequel to Undesirable, though can be read separately. Whereas, Undesirable was very dark, this one is very fluffy with some angst. Thanks to corvusdea for help with Latin for spells. Icon adapted by slashpervert from Passion by dirty_darella.
Disclaimer: This is a non-commercial work of fan fiction intended for adult audiences only. No copyright infringement intended. (Full Disclaimer!)

Chapter Number/Total: 19/40
Chapter Title: Fear
Words: 1648 Words



They stood on a corner, wind gusting a bit, making Harry's hair flutter in the wind like some kind of loose scarf. Draco found himself fascinated, watching it. It's probably why he didn't see the Muggles coming.

"Oh, look, what have we here? A couple of girlies out for a walk," a male voice sneered and Draco's head snapped toward the sound to find three rather large looking teenage boys coming up the sidewalk.

Harry looked over at the teenagers, frowning a little. One of them seemed familiar ... but he couldn't place him. He ended up not saying anything, looking away and stepping closer to Draco.

Draco's left hand tightened on Harry's while his right slid inside his jacket. "Leave us alone," he said in a cold clipped tone.

"Or what?" the one in the middle jeered. "Pretty thing like you gonna muss your hair?" The other two sniggered at that. Draco glanced at Harry and then down the road. Using magic on Muggles in broad daylight wasn't a good idea. All they had done was talk so far, but if they made a move closer, Draco knew he would do it.

"Just leave us ...." Harry had looked over his shoulder as he spoke, but stopped when he realised who the boy reminded him of; his eyes widened and he went still, his face paling more than it was already.

Draco felt the tremor in Harry's body and the way the man's palm was sweating. He knew that meant Harry was on the verge of one of his slips. Draco slowly drew his wand, keeping it close to his body so it wasn't obvious.

"Oh, gonna point a stick at us?" the leader taunted with a faux-frightened voice – and stepped closer.

Harry whimpered when the boy spoke again, his trembling getting worse when he actually looked directly at him. The flashbacks came before he could stop them, and he reached to grab Draco's shirt before he could fall. Panic gripped Harry as he struggled to breathe while his heart pounded wildly beneath his chest.

Draco flicked his wand, whispering an incantation and the teenager froze in place. It took his fellows a moment to realise there was something wrong, their eyes widening when they saw he wasn't moving anymore. The other two grabbed their leader and tried to get him to move. Draco lifted his wand. "Leave!" he hissed, and they bolted, running away.

Draco's hiss scared Harry, who suddenly let go of his lover’s shirt, starting to cry as he fell to his knees.

Still clutching his wand, Draco dropped to one knee beside Harry. "Shh, love, they're gone," he soothed, petting Harry's hair with his free hand.

Harry was too deep in his memories by then, and he cringed, attempting to crawl away from the caressing hand when he had the chance. There was no such thing as a good touch when it came to the past. The faint sounds coming from Harry were a cross between whimpers of fear and deep groans of pain. The breeze continued to toss his hair around, sometimes covering his face before whipping away to reveal pale skin and huge terrified eyes.

"Harry, it's me, Draco," the blond insisted, glancing nervously around. He didn't know what to do about the body-bound Muggle or if anyone might see.

Harry was sobbing, and it took him a long moment to realise Draco was beside him. He reached to grip Draco's hand, pulling himself closer, but he couldn't stop crying. He hated feeling so scared so suddenly, like someone was going to take him away from Draco and hurt him all over again. But this time, not only would he get hurt, but the baby would have to suffer as well. Harry just wanted to curl up in Draco's arms now.

Draco wrapped his arms around Harry, rocking him. "You are safe. I am here," he soothed. He glanced up and could see the bus coming. He would have to let the Muggle go soon, but was worried that doing so might upset Harry.

Harry gripped Draco's shirt tightly, burying his face in Draco's neck as he tried to calm himself down.

Draco watched the Muggle warily, flicking the wand and casting "Finite Incantatem." The large teen blinked and frowned, seeming to suddenly realise he was alone. "Go," Draco mouthed, wand pointed at him. The boy fled.

Harry was mostly quiet by the time the boy ran away, only soft whimpers escaping him every few seconds.

The bus was nearly to them and Draco didn't even know if it would stop with them on the ground like this. Luckily, it pulled to a belching, squealing stop at the curb beside them.

Harry didn't move to get up, still clinging to Draco's shirt.

Draco slid his wand back into his jacket. "Come on, Harry. Let's go home," he soothed. He desperately wished he could just Apparate them, but that would put the baby at risk.

It took Harry another moment, but he slowly started to uncurl himself, shifting out of Draco's lap. He pushed himself up and stood in the doorway of the bus, reaching into his pocket for the money. Draco stayed next to him, hand on his lover's back when Harry stepped into the bus and paid for them both without even looking at the driver before turning and walking down the middle of the aisle towards the back. He knew he must have looked ... well, frightening, his face tear-stained and pale, his hair messed up and falling in his face.

Draco scowled at the people staring at them, ready to intervene if anyone should say a word to Harry. The bus was pretty full and there were no two seats together. "Just sit down, Harry," he urged. "I will be standing right beside you."

Harry sat down next to a woman, wishing he could pull his knees up to his chest, but he couldn't with the baby. He looked down to ignore the stares, letting his hair cover his face as he sniffled quietly.

Draco stood as close as he could, hand on Harry's shoulder. The bus lurched to a start and he had to grab hold of a pole to keep from tumbling.

Harry glanced up at Draco once to see that he was okay. When he saw that his lover was right there with him, Harry looked down again, sighing and closing his eyes. He wanted to curl up with Draco on the bus and fall asleep, but he couldn't do that now.

"You all right, dear?" the woman beside him asked, patting his arm.

Harry moved his arm and nodded without answering or looking at her.

"Are you sick?" she insisted.

Draco frowned, hand on the pole tightening as he wrapped more of his other arm around Harry, drawing him against his body.

Harry was beginning to feel sick, actually, that same nauseating feeling he got in the earlier months of the pregnancy and still had every now and then. He nodded again, his cheek resting against Draco's stomach.

"He's been ill. Probably not a good idea to touch him," Draco said warningly to the woman and he was pleased when she scooted back toward the window. He squeezed Harry's shoulder reassuringly. "Soon," he soothed.

"Feels like I'm going to throw up," Harry whispered against Draco's stomach, speaking for the first time. He said it quietly enough so that only Draco could hear it.

"Should we get off the bus?" Draco asked. He had no idea what he should do in this situation.

"I can hold it in," Harry whispered, shaking his head.

"Good," Draco soothed. The woman had apparently heard them and looked even more worried.

Harry started to gently rub at his stomach to calm things down, thinking that he must have got the baby worked up with all his crying.

Draco petted and soothed Harry, murmuring encouragements like "almost there" and "I'm here" trying to watch out the window in hopes of recognising their stop. At least this being the return trip, he thought he might recognise the area near Diagon Alley. Sure enough, after what felt like a much longer ride than before, he spotted it. "Stop here," he called out, not knowing about the pull cords on the bus.

Harry stood up once the bus stopped, but he must have done it too quickly because the world spun and he fell back onto Draco.

Draco caught him, falling back painfully against one of those metal poles but still able to keep them both upright. "I have you," he managed.

"Sorry," Harry whispered, now just wanting to get out of there both because he didn't feel good and because he was embarrassed. He eventually managed to get off the bus and headed straight for the nearest trash can.

Anticipating what Harry would do next, Draco pulled that long hair back out of the way.

He did it just in time, because Harry was throwing up before he could even think of pushing it back. Harry threw up until nothing but bile came up, panting softly when he was done. He held his breath and rested a hand on his stomach, waiting for the flutter of his baby.

Draco winced, never comfortable seeing Harry in pain, wishing he could do more. Standing in the Muggle part of London, he couldn't even cast a Cleaning Charm for Harry. Draco ran his hands back down Harry's hair and back, trying to comfort while he waited for him. "Let's get you into the Leaky," he suggested. "You can sit down and wash that taste out of your mouth."

Harry didn't reply until he felt the flutter, sighing softly then. He looked over at Draco and nodded slightly, hoping the place wasn't too packed. He obviously wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone.

[Poor Harry.]

Chapter 20

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